So, we found a dog on our walk tonight. His name was Bobby, but we didn’t know that at the time, because he was all by himself, and he had a collar on, but no tags. He was skittish, but he warmed up to me quickly enough for me to put a leash on him…and then he proceeded to take me on a walk around the neighborhood, back and forth, back and forth. He was lost. So, I took him home, we gave him some food—he was very hungry—and he got to hang out in our guest bathroom.
He was going to spend the night in there, but when Liz took him out to go nighttime potty, he, once again, decided to take her on a walk…and this time he led her straight down the block and up to a house. It was his home. They didn’t even realize, of course, that he’d been missing on an adventure.
So…Bobby is home. Sweet boy. And he was very sweet. He warmed up to me super duper fast, gave me kisses and wanted to snuggle. Such a relief he’s home. Whew!
Busy work day. Therapy. Cooper is home! Sunny is gone, sadness. But, the OG pack is back together. Life is good.
Night night.